Luyện nghe bài hát My Money Straight

[feat. Guce, C & Young Jun3]
[Talking:
What's happenin' y'all this E-40
I had to bring back that old mob sound
I had to go get my partna Black C and my Guce
Yumtombout, nigga our money is straight,
Beotch!
[Hook: Jun]
Please up me for one reason
My money
bunch of ice I'm freezing
My straight
And oh yeah, I'm E
My straight
So don't worry bout me
My straight
1: E-40]
Uhh, I'm down a quarter pound on a dude who play with a Gillette razor blade
With a bucket of battery to throw my candy in case the po-po ray
I be beastin and I be savagin' and I be
Any nigga that got a problem I'm molly whomp
Hoes be giving me all of kisses and hugges
But they really wanna fuck me they wanna fuck my cousins
I be thuggin' it to the fullest mayne I
Be all up in the courthouse smelling like
Hiding in the fire truck latter I be gone
Every day by I smoke at least a half a zone
Finger on the chrome, letting it be
Throwed in the dome, wanna know wrong
I ain't never play to I play to win
If it's money being generated then I in
My stacks won't fold it won't
a one room apartment (for what) just to keep my money in (beotch)
[Hook x2: Yung
2: Black C]
Oh yeah, my money
You can ask them bad in my court until 8
Looking like can't wait to put it in they face
If she ain't down with it then we plan a date
Plus I represent this Bay, so I gotta keep it
I'm off a pis-ial so fuck how they fis-ial
A hundred dollar biz-ials I'm ballin' on you
Ridin' round top down if a player feeling
We customs made 4's on the whip, Bentley holes sitting
The paint look blue but green in the light
We goin that a sprite rocking D-boy ice
My D-boy swag I'm that D-boy life
Black Ceaser be the name Black C is what they me
R.B.O. the camp point be the army
Yeah ya boy sumthing like Spalding
And it's only bad bitches a real nigga call me
[Hook: Yung
[Verse 3:
Purple in my cup like I'm playing posses
You can still get it this chopper or the shotgun
My money straight off the and the Vodka
we celebrate like I won an Oscar
Gangsta, from the of choppers and body bags
We ride shit that move fast like it crawl
We keep them toys all like Toys-R-Us
You like a nigga that can't play bo's and truck
[Laughs] I'm threw what they created broads
A trauma water ya trauma boy and still on call
I'm balling the Phoenix Suns, playing zone
And make these run for it, Marion Jones
Finger the trigger like pussy when I felt the
You beef I touch ya hat broker helper
When I'm on ya line can't help ya
Empty ass nigga not a leg that a up
My straight
[Hook: Jun]